7.28.2016 a red balloon ball has lain atop piled stream muddle through several seasons now a rise in rainfall moves it a few yards towards the lake beyond but only until wind squalls beach it again. one … Continue reading →

7.27.2016 the birds know. seven, eight, nine swirl around the feeder, wait their turn, push in to take a stance nuthatch, cardinal woodpecker, finch all scrambling before the storm a surprise only to our atrophied instincts as wind … Continue reading →

7.12.16 I rushed about today doing, marking, crossing my pencil through, the things on my list I felt satisfaction at first one stroke then at another and wrote new things on my paper so that I could cross … Continue reading →